Flights from the Aerie

I'll get right to it. No frills, no fancy introduction, no exaggerated flailing. Just me, over here, in my little Aerie, standing on the edge with my wings spread because I'm publishing a book. I'm publishing a book, guys. These past few months, I told you I was writing poetry. And oh boy, was I.  This book is the result of that mild frenzy. It's a small collection- five poems (or six, if I decide to go ahead and include my latest one), roughly 3100 words, and a little over 40 pages. I've heard back from all my beta readers, and it's ready to make its way into the world. Front cover!!  Book Description: Once upon a time... There was a sorceress, who cursed a prince to become as beastly as his pride There was a daughter, who watched from her window and ached to see the world There was a stepmother, who saw beauty only in others, never in herself And there was a boy, who forgot the warmth of love In five narrative poems exploring t...

Happy Mother's Day! By special request, I'm sharing an excerpt from my current novel project, Villain . This is my mom's favorite scene that I've written so far, and she asked me to post it today. Additionally, it's an appropriate post for today, since it centers around my MC and her mother-figure. **Note: Ika's Aunt Meira is NOT based on my own mother, nor any other female relative, and is purely fictional** Enjoy! Something’s wrong. Something’s wrong. Something’s wrong. The words loop themselves around inside my skull, twisting and turning and snaking through every thought like a streamer, winding them all together into an incomprehensible knot of worry. Something. Is. Wrong. The fear drives my feet faster, and my earbuds blare a numbing beat in my ears. It’s so much easier like that today, easier not to think when I let every note of the songs feel for me. I knew something wasn’t right when 2:30 came and went, and Aunt Meira wasn’t at th...

Recently I've been writing poetry. A shock, I know. You never would have guessed, right? It's not like I've put up three poems since restarting this blog and declared my absolute and adoring love for National Poetry Month. Assuming I've been writing poetry would be preposterous. Mind readers, I salute you. In all honesty, I never used to write poetry. And if you do happen to stumble across a poem from my childhood, there is a 99.999% chance I will shriek and cry and maybe throw it into the nearest ocean because I hate it and just thinking about it makes me want to crawl under a table. I stand the other .0007% for nostalgia's sake and .0003% because I maybe possibly actually stumbled across something good (???) But the interesting thing I've noticed recently is that even when I was writing novels, I was never that far off from poetry before. Cue research because I'm a nerd. In professional terminology, my style of writing falls under the label o...

Seeing as April is National Poetry Month, I've decided to dedicate the remaining 18 days of blogging this month to poems I've written. I probably won't post every day, but when I do, the majority will be poems. If it ends up working nicely I might continue to pick a topic each month and focus my posting around that. We'll see.  (And yes, I know this is my fourth post in as many days. I'll slow down soon, probably XD) Cloudy today The weatherman would say Of me Of my mind Clouded haze Foggy thoughts Like wading through the humid day When It’s supposed to rain From all accounts But the clouds Are huffy And say They’ll take the 12% Chance of a light breeze from the nothwest Chance of seeing someone you like Chance of meatballs For dinner (for eight hundred, Alex) It might clear up tomorrow He’d continue, Scratching an itch on his neck Smiling for the cameras Becau...